After my fifth time explaining a math concept, the kid I’m tutoring STILL doesn’t get it. I let out a big sigh.

Kid: “Uh oh– do you have a case of the just cant’s?”
Me: “Excuse me? The what?”
Kid: “It’s what happens when you JUST. CAN’T.”
Me: “Interesting. I didn’t know that was a medical thing.”
Kid: “Oh, yeah. My mom gets them all the time. And that noise you just made? That’s what she sounds like when she’s getting them.”
Me: “I think I might have a chronic case of the Just-Can’ts.”
Kid: “You should try locking yourself in your bedroom and listening to a Garth Brooks CD.”

Great. All I need is an actual bedroom and to own a CD.